The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1887-06-09

the evening OF the 25th day OF NoVem'
Der they will come forth unscathed and
with beati6c glory on their faces. There
are men in this city who will never speak
to me again on account Of my position
on this question, but the silence Of their
lips will be grander tribute to my con-
duct than the blast of thousand brazen
trumpets. There IRE certain elements of
society whose opposition and malignity l
always court when engaged in contest
for truth. 1t is the furnace heat in which
the iron that is in me is converted into
Damascus steel. Let the anvils ring and
the hammers beat They shape the
anchors of my hopes, make me stronger
for duty, and more meet for the heritage
of glory that awaits nee up yonder-
"Where the Stars dazzle,
And the Angels sing"
There are
MERCHANTS IN THIS CITY
who have threatened to discharge their
clerks if they vote the prohibition ticket.
Let them do it, and the kissing iron of
public scorn and indignation will brand
them as tyrants and enemies of virtue.
Let them do it, and the brave men whom
they discharge shall have more than
bread enough, and besides badge Of
honor more precious than silver aud
gold. In one of our committee meetings
minister of the gospel arose and said,
that he had been waited upon and ad.
monished not to join the crusade against
whisky. Has it come to this? So be it.
The angel of martyrdom is brother to
the angel Of victory.
A minister of Christ driven from his
pulpit by the kuklux klans Of an iniqui.
tous whisky despotism would kindle a
fire that would blaze to heaven and illu.
mine all Atlanta and all Georgia for
years to come. "The blood of the saints
is the seed of the church," and one drop
of prohibition blood shed in this contest
would spring into harvest of truth, and
virtue, and glory such as Atlanta never
saw.
"strike me-" said Massachusetts
constable" "and you strike the common.
wealth of Massachusetts,"
And say to those who have ranged
themselves around
THE BLACK FLAG OF THE RUM F1END.
Strike any man who wears the white
ribbon of prohibition, and you strike the
lovers of truth, right, liberty and recti.
tude everywhere in this broad land from
ocean to ocean and from the lakes to the
gulf.
Heroes of the grandest chivalry the
world ever saw, stand your ground.
Lift high your royal banner, and never
yield to fear. We shall not fight our
battle alone. The vision of the prophet
floats before me. The everlasting gates
are lifted up, and can scarcely see for
the wings that fash. The chariots and
horsemen of the Lord God Almighty are
descending to join US. eve are com.
passed about with great crowd of wit.
nesses."
Our dotiDg mothers, our virtuous
wives and our innocent children, gaze
upon us with eager eyes and longing
hearts.
Humanity with all its fears
With all its hopes of future years,
Hangs, breathless on our fate"
The Write robed hands in yonder world
beyond the sun have climbed the ever.
lasting hills to watch the fortunes of our
cause. Oh! ye white plumed heroes of
the cross,
"sound the tocsin for the fray!
Shout the war cry, lead the way"
Siezs the monster tyrant by the throat.
Blot the era of oppression out. Lead a
universal freedom in.